Photo by William J Spirdione

A chill has dropped and all this melt again
froze solid. Drips once more are frozen tight.
Too cold to hop on down the garden lane
That arctic air did sweep in overnight.

With howls that wake the sleeping with a fright.
A maple reaches, tries to catch my eye.
On cracked…

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SCUZZBUCKET POETRY

Photo by William J Spirdione

It’s better good than better than it would.
Comparing words that never got this far.
I don’t know whether, though it surely could
sound better with a softly strummed guitar.
Though music might be louder. Here we are.
These words are all I have to sling today.
They’re all I have to keep these thoughts at…

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Just look. Ten acorn squash in two neat rows.
Whole squash above, they’re cut in half below.
One takes a slightly shorter time. One grows
with higher yields. One better taste or show.

A longer storage freshness off the vine.
They’re all dark green with sheen that’s almost black.
Some thin, some…

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It dropped a few degrees as rain began.
A drizzle while I finished my short walk.
What’s that? That sound like pinging on a pan?
That rain had turned to ice. The chickens squawk.

As soon as I could tell them, it’s alright.
A quiet fell and now we’re doing fine.
The…

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I woke. There’s just the hint of white. I find
it turned a little warmer still. It tries.
The weather just would not make up its mind.
As darkness fell, a warmth began to rise.

The wet snow melted as it fell to earth.
A slushy mess, a night to go…

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William J Spirdione

William J Spirdione is a poet who writes sonnets and more about nature and the humans within it.